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P.R.O.U.D. 5

Title: P.R.O.U.D. 5; Day 4
Author: onthethruway01
Genre: AU, het, smut, BL, supernatural
Pairings: Yoochun X Female OC, Yoosu
Rating: this chapter, PG-13?
Length: Chapter 5 of ?

Summary: Professor Kim Junsu is head researcher at a secret facility which harbors many dark secrets



A/N: this was inspired by Hell Boy and my love for all things dark and creepy



Warning: graphic heterosexual scenes which are necessary for the story.

“I can smell your fear, Kim Junsu.”

Junsu awoke from his nightmare; body drenched in sweat.

“Great, I’m hearing voices now.”

The scientist took a quick shower and headed to the observation room. He relieved the guard of his duties; sitting at the console he watched the male demon now sleeping in the corner of the room.

The lights in the room had been dimmed; dark enough to allow the demon to get some rest, yet light enough for him to be observed.

Not wishing to disturb the creature, Junsu avoided moving the cameras. He sat alone in the booth and stared at the male who slumbered peacefully; or so he thought.

The demon began to move; tossing and turning as if he was having a bad dream; twitching and shaking uncontrollably; small moans escaping his lips.

Junsu thought about entering the room, but he was alone. There were no guards to protect him. He sat biting his nails, fidgeting in his seat. What if the demon was sick? What if the confinement was the cause?

These thoughts plagued Junsu; this project meant so much to him, and yet there was something else; a feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Had he become emotionally attached to this savage creature? It was obvious that the demon had strange and unnatural feelings toward him. It was a mystery; one that Kim Junsu, the research scientist had to solve.

The demon’s body continued to quake; violent tremors causing him to turn onto his belly; wings flapping fast and hard; body arching off the floor.

He was having a nightmare, there was no doubt about it, but what was it about? What do demons dream of? What could be so frightening to make a creature from Hell so uncomfortable?

A loud cry escaped the creature’s lips as he convulsed and slumped; Junsu thinking the dream was over and the creature would fall back into a deep sleep.

He was very much mistaken.

The creature lifted its head and turned toward the observation room.

Junsu gasped.

A pair of bright red, glowing eyes met his.

Junsu jumped out of his seat as the creature charged towards the glass. The scientist thought about hitting the panic button; the alarm that would trigger sirens and seal off all exits. Instead, he bravely approached the window and stared into the blood red eyes.

“I feel your fear, Kim Junsu.”

The scientist swallowed hard.

“It was you?” he spoke, voice weak and wavering. “You spoke to me in my dreams.”

The demon’s heavy breathing fogged up the glass; claws raked the window like nails on a chalkboard.

The creature banged his head against the pane and Junsu flinched.

“I am not what you expected, am I, Kim Junsu?”

The demon licked the window pane in a seductive manner.

“Telepathy; you are communicating to me with telepathy.”

The demon snarled and began to rub his body against the glass. Junsu cleared his throat and tried to ignore the demon’s emerging erection.

“Do you want to know what I am? Should I tell you the truth?”

Junsu nodded his head. Loosening his tie, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as the demon’s lustful behavior increased; the animal’s body writhing in ecstasy as he taunted his human captor.

“Tell me,” Junsu entreated the beast; “tell me what you are.”

The demon snarled, exposing his fangs.

“I am your worst nightmare come to life; the ghost that haunts you and the reason for the emptiness in your soul. I am that which you covet, but are afraid to admit. I am the physical manifestation of your deepest, darkest desire.”

Junsu’s eyes grew wide.

“Excuse me?”

The demon began to stroke his length; the scientist finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation going on inside his head.

“Our destinies have been written; you cannot change it. You must give in to your desires, Junsu. You must sacrifice yourself to me. Your body is mine. Give it to me now.”

Kim Junsu was not amused.

“Sacrifice? What the fuck?”

The voice inside his head shrieked.

“Yes fuck. I will fuck you now.”

Kim Junsu narrowed his eyes at the demon and pointed a finger at him.

“Listen pal, I’m losing my patience with you. I’ve been nice to you up until now. Don’t make me change and start treating you like a specimen in a Petrie dish.”

He turned his back to the creature and walked toward the door; a low voice, no more than a whisper, entreating him to stay.

“Junsu,” the creature called him; it was not the commanding tone which echoed in his head, but a gentle sound which sprung forth from the demon’s own lips.

“Junsu,” the demon mewled; the scientist sighing as he turned the knob.

Opening the door, he turned his head; the demon staring at him, his eyes no longer glowing red.

He looked into the creature’s orbs, now deep brown and filled with tears. The beast shivered like a dog that had been beaten by its master.

“Am I not lovely?” the voice inside his head asked. “Am I not everything you have always wanted?”

Junsu closed the door and approached the glass.

“Do you really expect me, a man of science to believe that a creature from another dimension desires me? You’ve been here, a captive, for only a few days, and you think our destinies are entwined?”

The beast nodded his head.

“I see the way you look at me; my beauty stirs you. Your voice is calming, loving. You touch my wings as if they were delicate petals from a flower. I could see you tremble as you ran your fingers through my silken hair. My body is yours, Kim Junsu; I give it to you freely. You are in my blood and the heart that pumps it.”

The scientist crossed his arms over his chest.

“Listen to me.”

The demon interrupted him.

“Say my name.”

Junsu stood defiant and stared down his captive.

“Say my name,” the voice inside his head commanded.

Junsu stood firm as the demon once more pleasured himself; clawed hands stroking his hardened length faster and faster; the voice inside Junsu’s head repeating over and over again.

“Say my name Junsu.”

The scientist expelled an exasperated breath.

“Yoochun.”

The demon staggered backwards and fell to his knees; fist pumping his length until his release came; crying out the scientist name at the top of his lungs. The demon shuddered as he waded out the violent storm which wracked his slender frame.

He regained his composure and glanced up at the observation room.

It was empty.

Sitting up against the wall; knees tucked in; the demon’s bat-like wings encircled him like a cocoon. Once more alone in the darkness, the demon wept bitter tears.

“Yoochun is alone. Yoochun does not want to be alone. Why don’t you want me? What must I do to win your love?”

Scientist and researcher Kim Junsu staggered down the lonely, dark corridors of P.R.O.U.D.; hands shaking; sweat pouring down his back as the deep, raspy voice inside his head began to slowly drive him mad.

Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
youngsoongi
May. 12th, 2011 04:29 pm (UTC)
oooo.
unexpected...

and this “Yoochun is alone. Yoochun does not want to be alone. Why don’t you want me? What must I do to win your love?” - a bit sad..

can't wait how this will develop further
onthethruway01
May. 12th, 2011 05:36 pm (UTC)
thanks for reading. i have no idea what I'm doing, LOL!!!
sweetcharisma18
May. 15th, 2011 02:50 pm (UTC)
i will wit for your updates
i've been a silent reader for way too long

but i really love ur fics
onthethruway01
May. 15th, 2011 10:06 pm (UTC)
thanks!
missyoosu
Nov. 13th, 2011 07:12 am (UTC)
And you also like to make him sad. Poor Yoochunnie.
onthethruway01
Nov. 13th, 2011 07:17 am (UTC)
These are all reflections of his personality. He was always the cry baby in DBSK.
missyoosu
Nov. 13th, 2011 07:20 am (UTC)
I would think you would want to make him sexy and more manly.
onthethruway01
Nov. 13th, 2011 07:22 am (UTC)
sometimes I do
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